Reasonable Doubt(20)

I shut my eyes as he ran his hands up and down my sides.

I could feel his cock hardening through his pants as he lowered his kisses to my breasts and swirled his tongue around my nipples.

His mouth trailed down my stomach, and his hands caressed every inch of me as he made his way down.

“Thoreau...” I gasped as his tongue skimmed the inside of my thighs.

“My name is Andrew.” He got down on his knees. “We’re done playing that game.” He trapped my legs with his hands and pressed his mouth against my pussy. Licking me gently, he massaged my clit with his thumb.

I tried not to moan too loudly, tried to keep it all in, but each time he swirled his tongue, my mouth let another sound escape.

“You’re so fucking wet...” He groaned. “So fucking wet...” He slipped two thick fingers inside of me, pushing them as far as they could go.

My eyes fluttered open as he added a third finger, as he whispered, “So tight...”

“Ahhh...Andrew...” I gave up trying to be quiet.

“Yes?” He slowly pulled his fingers out of me and looked up, waiting for me to say something, but I couldn’t focus when he looked at me liked that.

With no lead-in kisses whatsoever, he buried his head in my pussy and fucking devoured me.

“Ohhh...” I cried out in indescribable pleasure. “Ohhh godddd, Andrewww....Waitttt...Slow down...”

He ignored me, plunging his tongue deeper and deeper.

I couldn’t help but let go of the wall. I dropped my hands to his head, grabbing fistfuls of his hair to keep my balance. The harder I pulled his hair, the more his tongue lashed against me with no mercy.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door, but Andrew didn’t bother stopping. Instead, he lifted my right leg up and draped it over his shoulder. He grasped my thigh so I couldn’t move, and then he slid his tongue into me a little deeper—licking every corner of my walls.

On the verge of coming, I grabbed his shoulders as my pussy throbbed against his mouth. But he stopped abruptly.

He moved my leg and kissed his way back up my body, stopping when he reached my breasts. He palmed them with one hand and roughly twisted my nipples.

“I told you not to let go of that wall,” he said, looking down at me as he unzipped his pants.

I stared back into his eyes, nearly breathless.

“I did tell you that, didn’t I?” He clasped my hand and pressed it against his chest, slowly moving it lower and lower.

When my hand finally reached his dick, I looked down in utter shock. He was huge, massively thick, and my jaw was hanging wide open.

“You don’t like it?” He tilted my chin up and smirked.

I was utterly speechless, but I couldn’t deny how horny I felt right now. Remembering what he’d said on the phone, I lowered my head to taste him, but he stopped me.

“Not tonight.” He pulled a condom out of his pocket, and kept his eyes on me as he put it on.

Leading me to the couch, he sat down and pulled me into his lap.

I leaned forward to kiss his lips, but he quickly repositioned me so I was facing away from him. Then he teased me with the head of his cock—rubbing it against my slit. Again and again.

“Remember how you said you wanted to ride me until I came inside of you?” he whispered into my ear. “How you wanted to grind on me until I begged you to stop?”

“Yes...” I moaned.

He pushed me down by my shoulders and sank me onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt inch by inch. The further I slipped onto him, the more he groaned. The more he said my name.

When he was completely inside of me, he held me still and pressed his lips against the back of my neck, letting me adjust to his length.

The feel of him was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was intense, powerful, addictive.

“Ride me, Aubrey...” He pushed me forward. “Fucking ride me...”

I took a deep breath and rocked against him, slowly stretching my insides further and further. I could barely maintain a rhythm; the fullness of him was almost too much, and he was rubbing my clit with his thumb—driving me insane.

“You feel so fucking good right now...” He yanked me back by my hair. “Don’t fucking stop.”

I held onto his legs to steady myself, slightly lifting my body up and down. I tried to finally establish a tempo, to finally take control.

“Andrewww...” I couldn’t handle his cock anymore. “I’m...I’m about to cum...”

“No.” He gripped my hips harder than ever. “Not yet.”

He suddenly stood up, with me still impaled on his cock, and bent me over. “Grab that table and don’t let go.”

My fingers clutched the edge of the coffee table and he pounded into me again and again, smacking my ass each time I cried out.